Nothing I lay in bed with a candle on my bedside table, watching the flickering flame, and thinking why it is flickering as there is no wind. I thought about the whole day. My lessons in school, the chemistry lesson I had. The blisters on my fingers from playing ode to joy by Beethoven on the violin. I thought about the things i should have said and the things I should have done, walk my dog, revise. But instead I did nothing nothing at all. A nothing similar to the nothing of the space between the nucleus of an atom and the electrons surrounding it. Absolutely nothing. After death there is nothing.